I was almost 8 years. Ever since I learned to walk alone I started going to the garden of my grandparents diligently throughout the spring and summer. I left the yard of my parents, they put me in one of my grandparents, I came down and opened the gate that separated me from the land of toys, the place where he grew fruit trees and vegetables well-ordered. I walked a bit 'between the salad, green beans and eggplant studying the development of seedlings in the spring and the state of maturation in the summer looking for something you can try.
Tomatoes were my favorite, I watched all of them carefully before you choose which seize and devour on the spot, yet caldo di sole e un filo impolverato.
La primavera e l’estate dell’86 mi insegnarono quanto gustosa fosse la verdura che coltivavamo in casa in confronto a quella del supermercato. Fui costretta ad impararlo perché quella primavera e quell’estate non mi fu permesso di mangiare nulla di quello che maturava nel nostro orto e io camminavo desolata osservando le fragole che sembravano chiamarmi e stramaledicendo quella “nuvola” che “forse ha portato le radiazioni fino a qui” e che faceva dire ai telegiornali “è opportuno, a scopo preventivo, evitare di consumare frutta e verdura di propria produzione per via del rischio che sia stata contaminata”.
Di nucleare non se ne parlava molto in casa, of course you knew that was the center of Trinity, and the heated water that was fed into the Po was that the fish will die and that it could not be more fish in that area but nothing more.
Since April 26, 1986, for more than a year, at my house almost every day there was discussion of Chernobyl and Three, and when, in November 1987, the referendum sanctioned the abandonment of nuclear power as energy production, was celebrated long. It seemed that everyone will feel safer, as if the fact of not having power "at home" would make far more together than the French or Swiss.
I did not feel calmer. If Chernobyl had prevented me to eat my apricots and my peaches, spoiling what would have happened if it had been a center closer to home?
Then, as always happens with men, anxiety due to an unforeseeable risk, disappeared slowly buried by other interests and other problems.
After graduation I found work at Trinity and talking with my colleagues discovered that the plant, although it was closed for years, seemed to reap many more victims who lived in the area.
Listening to their stories, talking with friends and family who had developed various forms of cancer began to feel uneasiness I had felt as a child.
I think that fear is the most destructive emotion and the idea that we can try to live together throughout their lives with fear is one of the worst punishments that you can condemn a person.
The production of nuclear energy through the serious risks inherent in the nature of the production cycle, the enrichment of radioactive material to its use and disposal of waste.
I do not want to live in fear that something is wrong in the right direction.
I do not want to live thinking that someone would want to gently pull the pillow from under his face, replacing it with a bomb and then goodnight.
I'm wide awake and not go to sleep as long as there will be someone with the bomb next to my bed.
I am watching and I am happy not to be the only in this sleepless night.
Tomatoes were my favorite, I watched all of them carefully before you choose which seize and devour on the spot, yet caldo di sole e un filo impolverato.
La primavera e l’estate dell’86 mi insegnarono quanto gustosa fosse la verdura che coltivavamo in casa in confronto a quella del supermercato. Fui costretta ad impararlo perché quella primavera e quell’estate non mi fu permesso di mangiare nulla di quello che maturava nel nostro orto e io camminavo desolata osservando le fragole che sembravano chiamarmi e stramaledicendo quella “nuvola” che “forse ha portato le radiazioni fino a qui” e che faceva dire ai telegiornali “è opportuno, a scopo preventivo, evitare di consumare frutta e verdura di propria produzione per via del rischio che sia stata contaminata”.
Di nucleare non se ne parlava molto in casa, of course you knew that was the center of Trinity, and the heated water that was fed into the Po was that the fish will die and that it could not be more fish in that area but nothing more.
Since April 26, 1986, for more than a year, at my house almost every day there was discussion of Chernobyl and Three, and when, in November 1987, the referendum sanctioned the abandonment of nuclear power as energy production, was celebrated long. It seemed that everyone will feel safer, as if the fact of not having power "at home" would make far more together than the French or Swiss.
I did not feel calmer. If Chernobyl had prevented me to eat my apricots and my peaches, spoiling what would have happened if it had been a center closer to home?
Then, as always happens with men, anxiety due to an unforeseeable risk, disappeared slowly buried by other interests and other problems.
After graduation I found work at Trinity and talking with my colleagues discovered that the plant, although it was closed for years, seemed to reap many more victims who lived in the area.
Listening to their stories, talking with friends and family who had developed various forms of cancer began to feel uneasiness I had felt as a child.
I think that fear is the most destructive emotion and the idea that we can try to live together throughout their lives with fear is one of the worst punishments that you can condemn a person.
The production of nuclear energy through the serious risks inherent in the nature of the production cycle, the enrichment of radioactive material to its use and disposal of waste.
I do not want to live in fear that something is wrong in the right direction.
I do not want to live thinking that someone would want to gently pull the pillow from under his face, replacing it with a bomb and then goodnight.
I'm wide awake and not go to sleep as long as there will be someone with the bomb next to my bed.
I am watching and I am happy not to be the only in this sleepless night.
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